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just pregnant!Stephen ✨angst✨

The rest of the pregnant!Stephen ficlets can be found here: mpreg drabbles

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Stephen eases himself into the bath and prays that the warmth and the buoyancy and some classical music playing will relax him and therefore the baby and convince the little parasite to stop somersaulting.

Guilt swamps Stephen at calling their child a parasite, but fuck, there are days when that’s how it feels. Someone else has taken up residence in his body and is fucking with systems that he’d learned and refined and adjusted to a tee. 

The first time the baby kicked was joyous. It’s a treasured memory. But tonight, Stephen is relieved when the kid finally quiets down.

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Look here tiny ones! I'm so agile now!

The way he could of just went into the water like normal on the ground but no he just chose to climb up a mountain and dove headfirst

We stan a DRAMATIC KING with a DRAMATIC EXIT

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I'm a sucker for married ironstrange but make it ✨heavy angst✨ but not major character death bcuz we love a happy ending 🤌

I do not know if this angst is heavy enough, Anon, but I did my best! Angst is not my forte, but when I do it I try hard to do it well.

Angst this heavy does not get resolved within the same drabble that set it up. If folks want a follow up, you shall have to pin this one for when prompts re-open. [/evil]

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When Stephen disappears after the accident, it takes Tony three months to track him down. 

By the time he arrives in Kathmandu and bullies his way past the monk who answers the unassuming little door, he’s furious. Between his resources and his hacking skills, no one disappears that completely from his radar unless it's intentional. Which means that Stephen isn’t dead, or hurt (again), he’s hiding.

Storming into the building’s courtyard, Tony quickly spots Stephen among the red robed apprentices, goatee or no goatee. Tony ignores the murmurs of recognition and the grumbles at the invasion and walks straight up to Stephen, planting himself in front of his husband and crossing his arms. 

Stephen has the gall to look surprised. “Tony—”

“If you had to leave me,” Tony snaps, “you should at last have had the balls to tell me to my fucking face instead of disappearing.”

Stephen recoils. “I didn’t—”

“Didn’t what?” Tony cuts him off. “Vanish into thin air? Intentionally prevent me from finding you? Break half a dozen fucking promises?”

“I didn’t break any promises!” Stephen snaps back.

Tony holds up a finger. “Never leave an argument to fester for more than a day.” A second finger. “In sickness and in health.” A third finger. “Always give me one chance to try to help you.” Stephen has blanched now. It doesn’t make Tony feel any better. “I could keep going,” he says, “but I’ll just end with the most important one of all, the very first promise you made to me. You promised that if you ever decided you didn’t want to be with me any more, you wouldn’t jerk me around.”

Stephen swallows hard. When he speaks, it’s quiet. “I didn’t break that one.” 

“Then what do you call your goddamned vanishing act!” Tony shouts.

“The promise was if I didn’t want to be with you any more,” Stephen says. “That condition hasn’t been fulfilled.”

Some of the anger drains out of Tony. Some, but not all. “I did the work of tracking you down. You want to save your marriage, you get to figure out how.”

He stalks out of the courtyard.

No one stops him.

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No, I didn't cry in the middle of the night thinking of Tony have to always change tactics in tackling his boyfriend back to the real world when this happens since since it has happened quite a time making himself worried about Stephen, but he promised to be his rock. And no I didn't sobbing in the middle of the night thinking that Stephen probably thinks that he's wearing Tony down by keeps on remembering the death that didn't happened and thinking that he had disappointed Tony again bcuz he's lost in a different timeline again.. that makes him will immediately apologise and spiraling into fearing for Tony leaves him bcuz he isn't in the right mind to just be normal..

Stephen having one of his dissociative days when he's been on a different dimension and then coming back and saw a date. The date that Tony's dead but it was actually one of the timelines that he saw so when Tony comes to greet him he went all devastated and full of grief, thinking that he's hallucinating, imagining Tony is still there

Stephen is dressed in sweats, wrapped in the Cloak, sitting in front of a fire, and drinking hot chocolate when he looks up and sees Tony Stark. His heart falls and grief lances through him. He thought he’d been coping reasonably well, that all the self-soothing was more-or-less working, but if he’s hallucinating, then it’s really not working at all.

Closing his eyes, he bows his head and murmurs, “It’s November 27th, you’re in the Sanctum Sanctorum—”

The couch dips next to him. “Look up Ackermann steering geometry on your phone.”

“What?” Stephen’s eyes open despite himself. 

“Patented by Rudolph Ackermann in 1818, though he didn’t actually invent it.” Tony says. “It’s something you wouldn’t know, so the answer can’t come from your own mind, which means I must be real.”

Stephen shakily taps it into a search. When the article summary pops up, tears spring to his eyes and he slumps sideways into Tony, who wraps a gentle arm around him. “Look at you, getting teary over mechanical engineering,” Tony teases. “A man after my own heart.”

Stephen just laughs wetly.

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Godzilla: *hums*

Kong: Goji

Godzilla:

Kong: Goji..

Kong:

Kong: What are you doing?

Godzilla: *huffs* Of all my life I've been through deep ocean, deserted islands, frozen ice like the cold winter, through millennia I've discovered dozens of different surface and textures.

Godzilla: But I've never feel something like this anything or anywhere at all.

Kong: You're snuggling on my chest...

Godzilla: *purrs*

Godzilla: Like I said, this is the best thing I've ever had.

Suko: *whispers at Kong* He's purring, well I understand tho.

Suko: *snuggles closer to both*

Kong: *snorts* Alright you two, let's resume our nap.

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The worst thing that ever happens to MONARCH will be when Godzilla realizes that they're actually interesting. Like... y'all think this lizard is getting in the way now? Wait until he starts reacting to MONARCH like a giant, spoiled cat who expects them to entertain him at his leisure. Wait until any sort of mobilization results in the big honkin' son of a bitch rolling up in a tsunami on the off chance the humans do something worth seeing.

Training exercises become disasters because the newbies aren't good at keeping a low profile and it's hard to give your best performance when Godzilla is eyeballing you from half a mile away.

MONARCH won't be clandestine by choice anymore. It'll be to dodge their weird, scaly #1 Fan and his embarrassed wife.

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Terminal Hanaki? Boring. Chronic Hanahaki? Exciting.

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This Family Is Forever

There was always this pleasant feeling of in between that Stephen enjoyed. Not quite asleep but definitely not awake. He was aware of Tony's warm body that he was curled up against, his spouse's soft snores and the rise and fall of his chest where he laid his head. Anything beyond that bubble was non-existent. The weight of Athena and Apollo never processed, no noises outside of their room…just their breathing. Just the warmth they shared. It was a pleasant limbo that Stephen had been enjoying for…however long he had swam into consciousness. If he was conscious. Sometimes the little bubble ended up being a very vivid dream that was eventually unceremoniously polled and he would find himself alone in bed. Alone with his ever loyal wolf still at his feet of course. Tony and Apollo would be long gone if the coldness of the sheets beside him were any indication.

This was real though, Stephen could tell. With just the slightest bit of adjustment, he threw one of his legs over Tony's, and the man instinctively responded by tightening his arm around him and rubbing his thumb along his shoulder. The motion died down after a few seconds and Tony would lie still. Stephen selfishly enjoyed every moment of the peace–

"Mom!" Stephen's eyes snap open when the door flies open, the sound of the rest of the penthouse–namely their children's daily noise–breaks that wonderful bubble and forces the sorcerer out of his stupor. Tony grumbles beside him because he was unceremoniously woken up from his own bubble.

"Nobody lives here by that name," Tony says for him.

"There is when William is being bullied at school!" America retorts.

Of course that immediately got their attention and Stephen was already sitting up. Tony took a few seconds longer, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"How did you find out about this?" Stephen asks as he slips out of bed to follow his newly adopted daughter out of the room. As she led the way to the youngest twin's room, the man mentally kicked himself for ignoring the signs. The boy had been more withdrawn than usual, staying in his room and declining to spend time with the sorcerer like he usually did, whether to read together, practice his magic, or to simply put together a puzzle.

He even openly avoided Harley and Valerie, making them very put out and hurt. If Stephen really thought about it, he could recall that William very gingerly ate his dinner the night before. The conclusion he came to caused him to see red but he stamped the anger down as he and America approached the room. The door was closed and Stephen at least knocked twice before letting himself in, fully expecting the boy to teleport away to escape the situation, but instead he found the boy sitting on his bed looking defeated.

He was clearly tired of hiding the truth or was aware Stephen would follow him to the ends of the earth to make sure he was okay.

The bruise on his cheek was a clear sign that he wasn't and Stephen's rage boiled in his chest.

"I caught him trying to cover it up," America explains before Stephen can ask. "He's been covering it up for days."

Considering the bruise was still rather dark and large, whatever caused it had to have happened at the beginning of the week. Even more concerning was the fact that Cassie hadn't caught on. She was, unofficially, her eyes on the twins while they were at school because they knew how the boys hid things. It had gotten better, but bullying was something they felt wasn't worth bothering their parents about. Stephen could understand to an extent. Schools had a no bullying policy but never really enforced it, or if they did, suspended both parties and washed their hands of it.

It was Peter all over again. Stephen would have to talk to Tony about the usual funding threat to get the bullying to stop like they had done for Peter. It seemed the only effective solution.

"William," Stephen says softly as he crouches in front of the teen. "What's going on?"

For a moment, William didn't make any indication that he would respond, but finally he said, "they said it's because my parents are both guys."

The words sunk in slowly before finally clicking. William was being bullied because he was gay? And on top of that, because they thought he was gay because of his parents? The notion was laughable considering Cassie had gay parents and she was very happily in a straight relationship with Peter and vice versa. Bullies really reach for a reason to ridicule someone.

"Let me see," Stephen says, reaching up to gently tilt William's head to examine the bruise around his cheekbone. The boy winced at the slightest touch, making the sorcerer frown as he sent some healing magic into it. The color lightened but his body would have to finish the healing itself. "America, will you go run and get some ice please?"

"Yup!" The girl rushes out in an instant.

"I want the names of whoever did this to you and your father and I will take care of this," Stephen tells William, smiling when the boy's eyes widen. "Quietly, I promise. This isn't our first rodeo. What I am curious about is how you managed to hide it from Cassie and Thomas."

"They were home sick the day it happened and you were out doing sorcerer stuff, so when I got home I was able to cover it with some of Cass's make-up," William says quickly, or as Thomas would call it, word-vomiting. "I didn't want to say anything because if you or dad or Harley freak out, then I freak out, and I didn't want you to worry about something so stupid–"

"This isn't stupid," Stephen interrupts sharply as he moves to sit next to William on the bed. "Nothing that hurts you is ever stupid. Even something as small as a paper cut isn't stupid…do you know why?"

William swallows thickly, only looking up when Tony walks in with some ice instead of America, and winces when the older man gently applies it to his face. Tony only let go when William held the ice under his own power and moved his hand to place on top of the boy's dark hair.

"Because you deserve better," Tony answers, having obviously heard what Stephen had said and been updated on the situation by their daughter. "All of you do. Every kid does, really. You and your brother had to take care of each other for a long time because no one else would, but you have this whole new family that would take a bullet for you. Hell, there's even a god downstairs that would blow up the school if you asked him to."

Stephen snorts. "Quill's not going to blow up a school."

"The point," Tony rolls his eyes fondly, continuing. "Is that he would. And if we had you when the snap happened, I would have worked that much harder to get my boys back. Losing Stephen, Harley, and Peter like that…I still have nightmares. And you know what? I have nightmares that it happens to all of my kids. You and Thomas, America, Cassie, the girls…" Tony sighs quietly. "Something that may seem stupid to you, won't be stupid to us. You are our kid and we love you. We want you to be safe, happy, and validated. We want you to feel comfortable calling us if you decide to go out partying without telling us and you end up in some kind of trouble."

William's shoulder slump. "I'm sorry. I just…even after all this time…a part of me is still worried that one little thing will ruin everything."

Tony lifts his head up by his chin and smirks at him. "I told you before and I'll tell you again kid. We're in this for the long haul. There are plenty of actual stupid things Peter and Harley have done that made us want to tear out our hair but they're still here. We still love them. Making mistakes is all a part of growing up. Or, in this case, telling your parents when something not so great is happening at school. Capire?"

William nods. "Yeah."

"Is there anything else you need to talk about or tell us?" Stephen asks.

"No," the teen shakes his head this time. "It's just that, I swear."

"Alright. Do you think you can handle pancakes with some strawberries and whipped cream?" A nod from William sends Stephen out the door to make breakfast, but a near collision with Valerie makes him stop.

"Liam better?" She asks quietly and Stephen smiles and brushes her hair back.

"I think so. Maybe if you ask nicely, he'll play with you until breakfast is ready."

It was enough to make the little girl perk up with a smile before hurrying into William's room, almost running into Tony while doing so. The man was fortunately able to move out of the way and snorted in amusement.

"I'm pretty sure if we did try to get rid of him, your daughter would have something to say about it," Tony jokes and Stephen huffs as he turns and descends the stairs to the kitchen.

"My daughter? Just like Lucy is my daughter when she gets into trouble you put her in?" Stephen challenges.

Tony laughs. "In my defense, Lulu climbs those shelves by herself. She doesn't need any help from me."

"After you taught her to do that, you mean."

"I plead the fifth."

Stephen snorts again and sets about making breakfast while Tony goes in search of their youngest. She was found in the living room watching TV with Diana and America, but was eager to be held by Tony, who returned to the kitchen with her in hand. Lucy was happily rubbing her hands along Tony's goatee with her typical gleeful babbling or an actual English word, and the rest of the kids were slowly leaving their rooms. Probably enticed by the smell of pancakes.

"Quill would blow up the school if it were Cassie," Tony suddenly says.

"Quill would find a way to disintegrate someone with lasers from his eyeballs if someone so much as sneezes in her's or Scott's general direction," Stephen responds flatly.

"Don't give him any ideas," Peter yawns, and plops into a seat at the breakfast counter. "He already gave some guy at her school the side eye when he had to go pick her up when she was sick. Like you said, the poor guy just sneezed."

"Was he sitting next to her?" Tony asks.

"I think so. They were both in the office."

"Then he probably silently accused him of making Miss Sass sick," Tony says. "Quill's planning his demise as we speak."

Stephen rolls his eyes and tunes the two of them out as he finishes breakfast, but keeps an ear out when he hears Harley talking to William. He couldn't hear much of what his oldest was saying, but it was clear that he was fussing over his boyfriend and irritated at whoever hurt him. He was surprised to hear Valerie reprimand Harley for upsetting William because of the fussing.

"If you think Quill's bad, I wouldn't want to get on Valerie's bad side when it comes to William," Stephen says to Tony and Peter. "I'm sure she's ready to push Harley out of the room."

"Val?" Peter gawks and gasps dramatically when Stephen smirks. "What is this world coming to?!"

"I saw a stare down between her and Sam when he tried to talk to Will about something that was obviously upsetting him," Thomas adds nonchalantly as he joins them. "She didn't even glare or anything. Just stared. Sam left."

"Seriously. What's this world coming to?" Peter mumbles and Stephen chuckles.

The twins weren't the only ones learning and growing up it seemed.

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I’m not the first person to bring this up but I wanted to post it anyway.

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We love a comforting Mom

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Kong and Shimo : *chats about Suko*

Godzilla : *screeches* KONG!

Godzilla : *on all fours, running* KONG!

Godzilla : *stands beside Kong*

Kong : Oh hey Goji! I was just chatting with Shimo about Su-WAIT!

Godzilla : *drags Kong away* Come here, you need to follow me.

Kong : WHAT'S wrong with you??

Godzilla : *grumbles* Jia wants to meet you

Kong : *perks up* Jia? She's here already?

.....

Kong : You lied to me about Jia bcuz you don't know how to talk with Shimo, that's why you dragged me away right?

Godzilla : *stammers* W-what? No! I would never do that.

Kong : *side eyes* This is why Mothra wants you to learn social skills with Ghidorah.

Godzilla : *makes face* WHY? Because he has three heads?

Kong : Yes, it is.

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I’ve gone ahead and translated that one scene

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Lets keep it a secret.

ironstrange 😇

With special thanks to @airas-story for helping me hammer out this idea. 😀

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As he rides the elevator up to his penthouse, Tony slips a hand into his pocket and touches the box there. Not a ring box, of course, even Tony knows it’s much too soon for that. It might be too soon for any gift at all. God knows Pepper had chided him more than once for gestures all out of proportion to the occasion in question. But one month with Stephen feels important, and once the idea came to him Tony hadn’t been able to resist working on it.

Tony’s not entirely sure that Stephen knows that tonight marks one month together. Most people, he is reliably informed, don’t keep track this early on. Stephen had been the one to suggest they have dinner tonight, but they have dinner pretty frequently now, it could just be a coincidence. You don’t have to give it to him, Tony reminds himself. It’s not going to go bad. If this is a regular dinner, it’ll keep until six months. 

The thought reassures Tony enough that he stops fiddling with the box. The elevator reaches the penthouse, but when Tony emerges there’s no sign of Stephen in the living room or kitchen areas. The dining room has long since been repurposed, so he can’t be there.

“Tony, out here,” Stephen calls, and Tony turns toward the terrace.

Stephen is standing over a table for two set out under the fading sunlight. There are candles, and a proper place setting on some very nice dishes that Tony doesn’t recognize. It’s definitely fancier than their usual fare, even on those nights when they don’t eat out of take out boxes, and Tony finds himself smiling as he meets Stephen’s gaze.

Stepping outside, Tony pulls Stephen into a soft kiss. “Happy one month,” he murmurs when they part.

Stephen lets out a relieved breath and smiles. “I was worried you might think it was silly.”

Tony laughs softly. “So was I,” he admits. “I, ah, made you something.” He pulls the box out of his pocket and hands it over.

Stephen opens it and his breath catches. Slowly, he lifts the watch out of the box and examines it more closely. His face lights up and he traces a finger lightly over the watch face and then around the edges of the dial. “These are my favorite complications.” 

“You mentioned once that you’d never found a piece that had all of them and nothing extra,” Tony says, bouncing on his toes a little.

Stephen slips the band over his wrist and secures it before leaning in to kiss Tony again. “It’s perfect,” he says. “And…” Trailing off, he turns and picks something up from one of the place settings and turns to hand it to Tony.

It’s a rose, painstakingly folded out of beautifully textured and colored paper. Turning it slowly, Tony realizes that the petals form a perfect golden spiral. He smiles, and then his smile softens when he realizes: Stephen would never have asked anyone to make this for him. “You folded it yourself, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Stephen says, blushing slightly. “Every petal.”

Tony rests the rose against his lower lip and shoots Stephen a teasing look. “Stephen Strange, a romantic. Who would have guessed?”

Stephen ducks his head. “Let’s keep that a secret, shall we?”

“I have no intention of sharing,” Tony promises, smiling.

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On an airplane

Flight attendant: we need help! Is there a doctor on board??

Stephen: *standing* I’ve been waiting for this moment-

Flight attendant: we need someone with a PhD in mechanical engineering or physics! One of the engines is breaking!!!

Tony: *smirks as he stands* Dr. Stark, at your service!

Stephen: *wakes up*

Stephen: oh my god that was a fucking horrible nightmare

Tony: what happened?

Stephen: uh. Nothing

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For your mpreg peompt could you do one for when they revealed this to others?

After considerable discussion, Stephen and Tony ultimately decide to tell their closest friends about the baby all at the same time instead of piecemeal. Under the circumstances, there are going to be a lot of questions, mostly the same questions, and answering them over and over again just sounds exhausting. 

Which is how they end up sitting side by side on the penthouse couch with Rhodey, Wong, Pepper, Christine, and Happy gathered around. Despite the fact that they’d called the meeting, it feels uncomfortably like an intervention. The worried and suspicious looks on everyone’s faces when they take in the others present doesn’t help with that. “Look, this is a good announcement, I promise,” Tony says. “We just didn’t want to have to repeat it a bunch of times.”

“You say that,” Rhodey said dryly, “but—”

“I’m pregnant.”

The room is very effectively silenced by Stephen’s bald statement.

Wong is the first to recover. “The twenty-seventh dimension?” he asks Stephen. 

“Yes,” Stephen says. “And I did take precautions, but…” He trails off and shrugged.

“Who knew dimensional travel had so much in common with safe sex?” Happy offers, bemused, and everyone breaks down laughing.

Tony feels the tension easing out of his own shoulders. Stephen relaxes, too, smiling at Tony and taking his hand. “As you probably gathered,” Stephen says when the laughter dies down, “this wasn’t planned, but we are happy about it.”

“And it’s safe?” Christine asks, her smile fading slightly. “I mean, I don’t know anything about magic, but pregnancy is very hard even on bodies that are designed for it…”

“The magic provides some safeguards,” Stephen says, “but I would be grateful if you could consult with Wong.” He shoots the other sorcerer a look.

“Of course.” Wong nods to Christine.

“I can’t wait to see you as a dad,” Rhodey tells Tony, grinning. “So much karma coming home to roost. So much.”

Tony laughs. “Come on, you don’t think Uncle Rhodey is going to catch some of that?”

Pepper is the one who catches Tony’s eye and says, softly, “Congratulations, Tony.”

He beams at her, and then he turns and beams at Stephen. The inquisition will still come, they both know it, but for now, they have the best friends.

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Mothra: *teaching Godzilla some manners to be a good king* Alright Goji, if you see a strong looking ape that has a nice beard with a really big, shiny yellow gauntlet, and a tiny orange ape at his side what should you do?

Godzilla: Take him by his throat!

Mothra: What?! No-

Godzilla: And then bite him right at his mouth!

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The urge to write smth similar like this

And then it will be my first ever post on ao3.. not my WIP of my other ship ijbol

it is currently midnight and as i was thinking about this trio i absentmindedly drew this

godzilla is alright with old man yaoi but he cannot have mothra his ultimate bestie have ANOTHER bestie cause what the heck man